Kit Colbana has been fighting her way back to the life she had before being kidnapped and brutally abused. She knows that she might never get all her abilities back, but Kit needs to regain as much as she can and that includes the Alpha shifter who stole his way into her heart—Damon Lee. When her friend and business partner, Justin Greaves, comes to her with a new case, Kit agrees to help him solve it, even when it means having to face and deal with a vampire, her worst type of boogie man these days.

Someone is taking “others” from their homes and lives and, if they are found at all, it’s either dead or so messed up they might has well be dead. The more clues and answers that Kit and Justin find, the worse it gets. But when a break happens and Kit, Justin, and others are able to rescue some of those being held, Kit’s life becomes even more interesting. It appears that someone or several someone(s) high up in the Assembly is behind the disappearances. Those same people are not about to let either Kit or Justin find the out the truth if they can help it. Like that isn’t enough for Kit to have to deal with, one of the people she saved is one of Damon’s ex’s, and she has decided she can just come back to her old life. Hmm, has hell frozen over yet? The last answers arrive in this mystery, yet it just gives more questions which will have Kit and everything wading in even deeper as their story goes on.

Power corrupts absolutely they say, and it appears that it has absolutely corrupted at least one person with power over the “others” in Edged Blade. Kit ends up helping Justin solve the disappearances that have several “others” going missing, and either turning up dead, or wishing they were. Along the way, Kit strives forward in her relationship with Damon and in overcoming the new fears that are trying to tear her apart. There were so many times I just wanted to hug both Kit and Damon. I had even other times where I wanted to smack Justin and a few others I won’t name here. I loved seeing how much Kit grew while she was chasing after those behind the disappearances. And I really loved how Damon was moving all obstacles that might get in the way of his and Kit’s relationship and her healing. I really do love this couple. I was absolutely amazed on just who came into the picture just as it went lights out for this chapter of Kit’s life. Now I really can’t wait until my next glimpse into this amazing world. Edged Blade has the best in suspense and passion, both of which surround Kit most of the time, while sprinkled with just touches of humor and danger. What a great combo.

Happy Release Day to New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Eden Bradley!

INK & IRON: OBSESSION

He could have it all… but all he wants is her.

Ink & Iron, Book 1

During his soaring career as the lead singer of indie-rock band Ink & Iron, Cole Kennrick has been through it all: sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Overindulging until he lost what mattered most.

Now he’s pulled his life together and left his addictions behind, except for one: his ex-wife, Janie. If only he can convince her their love was—still is—the real thing.

In the seven years since their divorce, Janie has kept tabs on the only man she’s ever truly loved. The one she had to leave in order to save herself. Still, dark and often kinky desires they explored together linger in her dreams and fantasies.

Janie has seen up close and way-too-personal that rock stars are bad, bad medicine. But when Cole shows up at her yoga studio, clean and sober, his leather-and-motorcycles scent teasing her senses, it’s way too tempting to slip right back into the one place she swore she’d never risk again—his arms.

Someone wants her. And someone else wants her…dead. Savage, Book 2 If life as a not-fully-human has taught Agent Grace Masterson anything, it’s that she’ll never again be anyone’s sitting duck. Whoever is deftly evading the traps around her remote sanctuary outside Seattle, she intends to shove his easily sensed self-confidence way, way up where the sun don’t shine. When she comes face to face—and body to body—with Darrius Hilliard, relief and lingering guilt over past choices weaken her knees. Plus something bad. Really bad. A surprising, intense desire for her fellow agent. Darrius knows what Grace needs, and it’s not the kid-glove treatment. If she’s ever to overcome her past trauma and return to full active duty status with the P.I.A, she needs a strong shoulder. Yet he’s shocked at how quickly he’s become physically and emotionally entwined with her. Fighting their growing attraction to one another becomes secondary, though, when it becomes clear that someone not only isn’t thrilled at Grace’s return, they want her gone. Maybe even dead… Warning: This book contains an alpha male who likes to take control, federal agents that can be a little primal, sex that’s steaming, lives at risk, and nearly orgasmic maple bars.

Agent Grace Masterson is having trouble getting back in the swing of things since she almost died in the line of duty. She still has the lingering feeling that someone is following her with menacing intentions. Fellow teammate Darrius Hillard wants Grace to come back to work and he knows he is going to need to be firm with her.

Darrius never expected sparks to fly when he goes toe-to-toe with Grace. He has this uncontrollable urge to protect her but also knows if he tries she will make mincemeat of him. Trouble is stalking Grace and Darrius and if they don’t work together they may not have the chance to test out their feelings for each other.

Savage Betrayal is a sexy thrill ride. Grace and Darrius have super-charged chemistry. The plot is an intriguing “who did it.” I like that Grace is having trouble going back to work. She may be more than human but she’s not perfect and she needs help to get back to normal. Darrius is the perfect man to kick her butt in gear and it is fun watching them go at it in and out of bed. Savage Betrayal is an exciting addition to the Savage series.

Devin Delaney has never described herself as kinky, despite a rich fantasy life filled with submission scenarios—until her best friend takes her to the Ring, a San Francisco BDSM club, and her senses hum with awakened urges.

One pro Dom in particular works scenes that leave her breathless, and when he unexpectedly invites her on a journey to the darker side of sex—right then, right there—she sinks readily into the sting of addictive desire.

Shaye’s past makes him wary of getting involved with any woman, but when Devin willingly gives herself over to him, something inside him opens up. And he finds himself breaking his own rules to keep her in his arms all night.

When Shaye takes Devin to an exclusive club named Sanctuary, leading her deeper into the BDSM world, Devin’s kinkiest fantasies—and emotions—shift into overdrive. The experience brings them both to the edge of an inner darkness that could seal their bond—or permanently tear it apart.

This book has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.

Product Warnings

An irresistible alpha Dom who’s into flogging, spanking, pinching, hair pulling, and orgasm denial before driving his sub to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Contains extreme kink. You might want to bring a blindfold…and pack an extra pair of panties.

Hit hard by
the death of her parents, Paige Ryan needs to figure out what to do with her
life. She moves to Whispering Springs, Texas, to be near her step-brother. But
just as she starts to get her life on track, the last man she ever wanted to
see again sends it right back off the rails.

Cash
Montgomery was on the cusp of having it all. Three bull riding titles, fame,
fortune and respect from his family. Until a bad bull leaves him injured, angry
and searching for comfort at the bottom of a bottle. With nowhere to go, he
moves into his sister-in-law’s old ranch house in Whispering Springs—which he’s
surprised to find already occupied.

As Cash
rebuilds the dilapidated home and Paige starts out on her medical career, their
old friendship begins to reemerge and sparks are ignited. Paige knows that Cash
is nothing but a heartache waiting to happen. But maybe this bad boy has grown
up to be a real good man?

Warning: Watch out for falling
lumber, falling in holes, and falling for the wrong guy…again. You can leave
your hard hat on.

He laughed. It was impossible to be mad at her. Hell, he couldn’t even maintain a fake anger.

“Did you heat the cobbler?”

“You’re kidding, right? Of course.”

He sat up on the couch and she sat down beside him. “Your mom might have mentioned that you had a thing for blueberry cobbler so I thought I’d surprise you.”

He took a bite and moaned. “This is better than Mom’s. Don’t tell her I said that,” he added quickly.

“Our little secret. What are you watching?”

“I have no idea. It’s just on for noise. Why? Is there something you’d like to see?”

“Nope. I was just going to put some music on instead.”

He handed her the remote. “Have at it.” But if she put on some love-song station, he’d have to put his foot down. She didn’t. She flipped immediately to contemporary country.

They ate in silence, him tapping his toe and her bouncing her leg to the music until Faith Hill’s “Like We Never Loved At All” started playing. She stood and held out her hand.

“Dance with me, Cash.”

He swallowed. This was not a good idea. This was the song that they’d danced to all those years ago. Of course he remembered. Every Faith Hill song dredged up memories of what a shit-heel he’d been. But then she smiled and wiggled her fingers. What else could he do?

He stood, took her hand and pulled her into his arms. They swayed to the music, moving in slow steps around and around. She sighed, her warm breath sliding across his neck like silk.

He tightened his arms to pull her closer and…wham! Excruciating pain shot through his injured leg. His left thigh muscle contracted into an unrelenting spasm.

“Shit.” Cash dropped his arms from around Paige and began rubbing his thigh and walking. Every couple of steps, he’d stomp his foot.

“What is it, Cash? What’s wrong?”

“Damn leg. Hasn’t done this in a while, but when the sonofabitch gets a cramp like this, it takes forever to get it to relax.”

“Pull your jeans down and let me rub it.”

He eyed her. Let her rub it? Was she serious?

“Don’t look at me like that. Pull your pants off and sit down.”

When he didn’t immediately do what she ordered, she marched into his bedroom. In a minute, she was back with the top sheet of the bed. “Here.” She tossed the sheet on the leather sofa. “If you’re that bashful, cover up. Although I’ve seen a penis or two in my life.”

She marched away again, but this time to his bathroom and came back with a bottle of hand lotion.

If anything, the muscle spasm was getting worse, not better. Thank goodness, he’d toed off his boots when he’d first sat down to watch television. That left no obstruction to dropping his jeans to the floor. Afterwards, he practically fell back on the sofa.

“Put your leg up on the cushions,” she ordered.

Lowering herself to her knees beside the sofa, she prepared to go to work. She squirted lotion into her hands, rubbed them together and then dug her fingers into the bulging muscle making itself known. Along the edges of the spasm, she worked her thumbs in deep circles, demanding that the cramp give up its control.

The scent of vanilla from the lotion filled the air. He drew in a deep breath and tried to relax.

He studied her, her lower lip sucked between her teeth, her eyes focused on the area giving him so much pain. This was not a Paige Ryan he knew. This was not Doc Ryan’s jail bait. This was a take-charge adult female who knew what she was doing when she worked her fingers into the knotted muscle in his leg.

He groaned. Yes, working out the muscle contraction hurt, but there was also something about having Paige on her knees in front of him. His cock liked that idea too. It began to grow hard and move, as though waving for attention too.

“Sorry,” Paige said. “I know this hurts, but I think I can get it to let go.”

He didn’t bother to correct her misinterpretation of his groan. Instead, he grabbed the sheet she’d thrown on the back of the couch and covered himself. If she noticed, she gave no indication. She appeared to be focused on the pain in the leg and nothing else. Should he be pleased that she was so professional and clinical with her touch, or pissed that she hadn’t noticed the affect she was having on him?

Since he knew beyond doubt that she deserved better than he-who-had-no-future, he decided to be relieved.

It was then that pain in his leg lessened. The cramp eased up. Paige must have felt the change because she lifted his leg, slid under and took a seat on the sofa between his calves.

After resting his leg across her lap, she retackled the area with a renewed sense of purpose, digging deep with her long fingers, forcing the muscle to do what she wanted.

He couldn’t help but be impressed by this strong, forceful woman. She didn’t take no from him or his leg spasm.

And then the leg cramp was gone. He blew out a long breath he didn’t realize he was holding and settled back against the arm of the couch, his breath coming in short, choppy rasps, his eyes shut in relief. It’d been a bad muscle seizure this time, one of the worst ever.

The house renovation was giving him quite a workout, more than he’d had since his run-in with Bad Bob.

“Thanks. That’s better. I think you’ve shown that cramp who’s boss,” he said with a light chuckle.

“Hmm. Looks like you have another congested area that needs a little attention.”

Before her words could register in his brain, she glided her long, soft fingers the rest of the way up his thigh to his throbbing cock. She grasped his length through his briefs.

Award
winning author Cynthia D’Alba was born and raised in Arkansas. After being gone
for seventeen years, she’s thrilled to be back home living on the banks of an
eight-thousand acre lake. When she’s not reading, writing or plotting, she’s
doorman for her two dogs, cook, housekeeper and chief bottle washer for her
husband and slave to a noisy, messy parrot. She loves to chat online with
friends and fans